Free Nympho by Andrea Blackstone

thinking—I’m thirty and Trey is forty. In case you have it twisted, I’m not looking for a man to take care of me. I am an independent, educated woman, and there’s no reason that I can’t take care of myself. I don’t want to marry your precious Trey for his money or whatever you may feel would cause a younger woman to accept a ring from an older gentleman. If I wanted a sugar daddy to take care of me financially, I could’ve had one a long time ago.
    â€œNext up, the hair issue—unlike the wigs you two are wearing, if and when I choose to style my hair with extensions, no one will know. As far as the pot smoking, I’ve considered taking a few tokes when I’ve been highly stressed, but I never have. Try it, you may like it. Then again, Momma Mabel, you can’t afford the munchies. With whatever sort of genes you have, you’d blow up just looking at a cupcake.
    â€œI’m not trying to be rude here, but neither of you will be sticking your nose in my business, commenting on how I scrub my kitchen floor, my douching regimen, or how often I change my bed sheets. I will be marrying Trey, so wake up and accept that he picked me, and I said yes. I’m madly in love with him and his opinion is the only one that counts in my eyes.
    â€œNow all of this is out of the way, we can talk about more important things. I’m starving. Is dinner almost ready? What’s on the menu, family?”
    â€œLeslie, may I have a word with you outside?” Trey said, once I finished my tirade. He had the nerve to look upset.
    I pushed the chair back, rose to my feet, and walked out behind him with my head held high. When we reached the comfort of the outdoors, all of his tension was released.
    â€œWhat did you just do? What got into you?”
    â€œWhat did I just do? Are you kidding, Trey? Those two bats started it. I could’ve said far worse things than what I did say.”
    â€œThey’re elders. I could’ve handled it. You were out of line to speak to my mother and grandmother that way.”
    â€œI’m about to become your wife, and I’m telling you that if you don’t grow a dick and act like you know how to use it, we will have big problems. God should come first, and I should always come second,” I blurted out in one explosive breath.
    I opened the door, walked back into the house, then sat at the table and pulled out my cell phone to play games on it while dinner was cooking. I did lose my temper but like I told Trey, I didn’t start it—they did.
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    While playing games on my phone, I heard the ring tone signaling a text message had been received. When I checked to see who’d sent something my way, I found out it was that damned Rico.
    U SEEM SHY BUT 1 ON 1 U R DA BOMB ! BTW, U GOT DA MOST SQUEEZABLE BOOTY ! JUST WANTED 2 SEND YOU A TEXT 2 BRIGHTEN UR DAY.
    Trey and his fan club were in the kitchen. His mother was letting him sample some homemade tomato-basil bisque off of a tablespoon, petting him up, and treating him like a punk in a dress as he raved over her cooking talents. Mabel continued to try to put a wedge between her son and I by letting him know she would keep plenty of home cooked food around, and that he had an open invitation for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I rolled my eyes wondering what he’d need me for. Trey was already too self-sufficient—almost to the point it made me feel ostracized—he didn’t need any help treating me as if he really didn’t need me. Since he didn’t seem to need me emotionally, physically, or mentally, I no longer craved the fullness of an ideal relationship.
    Although I fought the feeling for a while, I had to admit to myself that his boy, Rico, turned me on about as much as Trey turned me off. Since no one was paying me any mind, my fingers began traveling to the middle of my skirt. I found myself reading text messages without feeling guilty, holding the